I poured my heart out last night in a mess of words. I just let things go; let things flow. And even though not everything made sense, even though it was all a jumbled mess of emotions, it was a jumbled mess of me. And that is what matters.
I have a hard time being honest with myself sometimes. I get my hopes up; I get my expectations up. I believe in fairytales. I believe in dreams as reality. I fool myself into thinking that I can have what I want. Or I fool myself into thinking that I want what I have to settle for.
And dammit, I am sick of settling! I deserve more, and it is about time I demand what I deserve.
I poured my heart out in a mess of words last night. And a mess it definitely was. But that is okay, because if it takes a mess of words to state and demand what I deserve, a mess of words is perfection.
That all sounds great to me!